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Dillon entered the house and didn’t say hello to his mother Grace. He just sulked down the hall and into his room, closing the door behind him. He was getting undressed when Grace knocked.

“Dil, honey. You ok?” She inquired, respecting his privacy and not opening her 19-year-old son’s door.

“I’m fine, Mom, please leave me alone,” he said sadly.

It was not normal for him to come into the house without saying hello, and Grace knew there was something wrong. “Sweetheart, I can tell you’re upset. May I come in?” She asked.

Dillon knew if he didn’t let her, she would just keep badgering him from the other side of the door until he relented. “I Guess.”

Grace opened the door and strolled in. She was wearing her signature long white silk robe that she always wore after dinner around the house. It flowed almost all the way to the ground and when she smoothly walked in it almost appeared like she was gliding along the floor as if she was on ice skates. Her 5’11’ frame was almost majestic in its elegance, even if she was a thick woman (she wore a size 18 dress). The way she moved was as if from the day she was born, she had done all she could to live up to the moniker her parents had bestowed her.

Grace loved the feel of silky things on her body, and she made sure to have that feeling as often as she could. All her intimates were silk or satin, no lace for this girl, and she made sure that everything she wore accentuated her every curve. Tonight was no exception. Her breasts stuck out from her chest superbly. (They were somewhere between a DD and DDD) and the robe, as always, was tied so that plenty of cleavage was exposed. When she reached her son, Grace could tell he had been crying, as his eyes were all red. She reached out for a hug. He reciprocated, and she pulled him into her big soft bosom.

“What happened? Tell your dear old Mom all about it.” She said in her best concerned Mom voice.

Dillon broke down again, sobbing as he replied to his mother, “It’s Kendal. It’s over. She dumped me.”

“There, there, it’s ok, Mommy will make it all better.” She told him, stroking his hair as he nestled her big pillow-like tits. “Tell me what happened.”

“She… She… She cheated. She cheated on ME,” he sobbed into her chest.

“That bitch!” Grace snapped.

Dillon moved away from her cradle and wiped his tears, “I went to her house to surprise her and take her to the movies since I got off work earlier than I expected, and when I knocked on the door she only opened it a crack. I asked her what was wrong and she wouldn’t answer. Then finally she opened the door and let me in. She was naked. When I asked her why, she just pointed at the bedroom. I didn’t have to look to realize what was up. I asked her why and she said that… Never mind.”

Then Dillon fell on to the bed and covered his face in shame. “What did she say?” Grace probed.

“Nothing. It’s too embarrassing,” he replied never lifting his head.

“Dillon, sweetie, tell me what did that mean little bitch tell you?”

Grace had really never liked Kendal. Although it would soon be clear that one of the reasons, was that she was too much like Grace, and they always say that people can see their own flaws in others and it seems to make them dislike that person. “No,” he snapped, refusing to tell his mother the secret.

“Dillon, tell me.” Grace said all sweetly. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

Dillon sprung up and yelled, “She said my dick was too small!”

Grace was shocked. Suddenly her past came rushing back to her. There had been many boys/men in her past that Grace had said that to. When she was about 19, Grace had sex with an older man who wielded a very large cock. That experience had opened her eyes to many pleasures she had not experienced in her previous sexual experiences, and from that day forward, she had become a size queen. She figured maybe it was because she had such a big body herself, and likewise a big pussy, that it took a large man to fulfil her needs.

Whatever the reason, it had become her calling card, and before she ever got any man close to her bed, she would somehow find out how big he was in the cock department. This really wasn’t too hard being as pretty as she was. If he was not large, she moved onto the next one. Dillon’s dad had been one of those little dick guys she experienced before her epiphany, getting her pregnant on prom night, and then moving away with his parents when they found out the ‘slut’ he was dating had tried to trap him. The sizable checks she received for the next 18 years from his well off family definitely eased that shame and pain.

“She stood there bare ass naked in her living room and told me I have a small dick.” Dillon said scornfully. “Like I don’t already know that. I ain’t stupid. I have been in the showers at school and the gym. I know how I compare. But I thought things were going well with her. I really liked her.”

Grace was stunned. She had always been on the other side of this, the one dismissing the guy with the small dick. She never knew how her actions in the past had affected the men she rejected. She was not a religious person, but she believed in Karma. She knew this was Karma’s way of getting back at her for all the guys she had crushed like this in the past, even if she didn’t realize how badly she had crushed them until this moment. Karma was humiliating her son to punish her.

“It all makes sense now,” Dillon told her. “I couldn’t understand why she kept telling me she wanted to wait to have sex. She wasn’t saving herself for me. She didn’t want me to fuck her because of the size of my dick.”

Grace knew how Kendal felt. Fucking a guy with a small dick was just a waste of time and not at all satisfying. Suddenly she liked Kendal a bit more. I wouldn’t want his little dick either, she thought. Wait a minute, this is my son here, I can’t think like that. She really didn’t know how small his dick was. That was not fair. She had to make this better. “Honey, you’ve been dating Kendal for 6 months. You haven’t had sex yet?” She asked

“A few months ago? So what has been happening since?” Grace wondered aloud.

“She lets me jack off while I watch her play with herself,” Dillon informed her.

Holy shit, this girl has my son wrapped around her little finger, she thought. Grace had watched her son run around doing everything Kendal asked for the last few months. Grace had resented her for that, but figured her son was getting something out of it, but now she found out that he wasn’t getting anything out of it. I’ll bet she has been fucking behind his back the whole time, just keeping him around to do her bidding, she thought.

Grace suddenly had much respect for this girl. She also felt she needed to help out her poor pathetic little Dillon. She had to pay back the Karma god. She had to do this for her son and all the little guys she had rejected in the past. She had to even the score, or at least put a mark on the right side of the ledger in her favour. Reluctantly, she moved closer to her son.

“Come here, Sweetheart,” she said, while pulling Dillon off the bed to his feet. “Let Mommy see it. I’m sure that little bitch is not right.”

Although she was pretty sure she was going to find that little bitch was right. Dillon was stunned. Was his mother asking to see his dick? This was crazy. However, before he could even protest, Grace had his zipper down and her hand inside his pants fishing his dick out. When she pulled it out, she had to stifle a chuckle. It was pretty pathetic (like his father), but she reassured her son.

“It’s not that small. Mean old Kendal doesn’t know what she is talking about,” she told him. Damn, no wonder the girl didn’t let this little thing near her she thought staring at it. Once again, Grace felt obligated to help out her son for all the little guys she had rejected. It was her little way of making up for her past, and hell, actually her present. She dropped to her knees in front of him.

Dillon heard her comment about it not being ‘THAT SMALL’ and he knew his mother was right. He just stood there dejectedly and watched as his mother unbuckled his pants and dropped his pants and underwear to his ankles. Then he looked down at her on her knees as she began to stroke it to full erection.

“There, there, now wipe your tears and let Mommy show you what a big boy you are,” Grace told him.

She looked up and saw how Dillon was staring at her in a daze, not sure what his mother was doing. She smiled at him and reassured him. “Look at my big boy’s pecker getting all big and hard.” Just like his fathers’ little thing, I’ll bet I wouldn’t even feel it inside me, she thought derisively. She couldn’t believe she was going to do this, but it was her son. She had to make him feel better and once again she thought of Karma.

Once she had it hard, she stood and removed her robe. The silky white nightie she had on matching the robe. It had spaghetti straps and her tits spilled out of it obscenely. It went to mid-thigh and her long regal legs were a sight to see in it. She laid down on the bed, pulled her feet up so they were flat on the bed and her heels were touching her butt and spread her legs invitingly wide. She had no panties on so her pussy was fully exposed.

The Brazilians she got every few weeks assured she had not a bit of hair on it. Grace was thirty-seven, and she had sex with many men with large cocks in the last 18 years, so it looked nothing like the tight little pussy Dillon had seen as Kendal teased him while playing with hers. No, Grace’s lips flapped open and in a way that said come on in. Her pussy was big and pink and inviting, but well used.

Dillon just stood there and stared, not knowing what was happening to him and not knowing what to do.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” Grace told him, trying to pump up his scalded ego. “Come show Mommy what a big boy she has. Come give me that big cock of yours.”

Dillon didn’t hesitate. He had been taking orders from his Mom all his life, it only seemed natural to do as she said, even if what she was saying was at least morally wrong. He stepped out of his pants pulled off his shirt and jumped on top of his mother and drove his dick into her big accepting pussy. Dillon was not a virgin, but he was very inexperienced. He immediately began assaulting his mother’s pussy like an out of control jack hammer.

Grace wanted to laugh at his effort. Not only was his dick so small that her big fat pussy could hardly feel it, his reckless abandon style made her actually feel a little contempt for her son. No fucking wonder he can’t keep a girl. No woman wants this, she thought. However, Grace viewed this as a little bit of charity work to please the Karma god, so she put forth her best attempt at making Dillon feel like a real man

“Oh yeah, baby, give it to me give it to Mommy goooooooood. Shove that big fat cock inside me. Make me cum,” she told him, while the whole time she wanted to smack him upside the head for being so small and so bad at fucking her.

Dillon was in heaven. He was getting laid and he loved it. It didn’t even matter that it was his mother. He just kept hammering away with all he had. He looked down and saw his Mom’s massive tits and saw how they were shaking about from his pounding of her pussy and he became mesmerised by them. He just watched as they moved to and fro under the silky lingerie his Mom had on and wished he could actually see them. He wasn’t the kind of man who just pulled them out, or demanded to see them like most of the men Grace fucked, so he just stared and wished.

About thirty seconds into this fuck session, Grace was already done with it. She couldn’t believe someone related to her could be so bad at fucking, and she grew more disdainful with each second. She wanted it over and she wanted it over now. She kept encouraging him with her words, “That’s it, pound Mommy’s cunt. Harder! Yes, there! More! More, More!”

But that wasn’t getting him there fast enough. Her mind and her eyes had not been focused on her son during any of this, when finally she looked at him and noticed him staring at her tits. “You like looking at Mommy’s big titties, baby?”

Dillon nodded. “You wanna see ’em?”

He nodded again enthusiastically. Grace reached inside her negligee and lifted each breast out over the top of it so they were in full view. Then she gently pinched each nipple and pulled on them a bit. She saw Dillon’s ear to ear grin and noticed his strokes sped up, which she didn’t know was possible the way he was assaulting her unsatisfied pussy. She knew this was how she could end it.

“Go ahead, sweetie, suck ’em. Suck Mommy’s big beautiful tits.”

Dillon dove forward and sucked on one of her nipples. Just like his fucking, it was done with uncontrolled force. “Uh huh, just like when you were a baby.” She told him. “Suck, baby, suck.”

Dillon grunted and released his cum inside his mother almost as soon as his mouth clamped down on her nipple. He hammered her for a few more strokes while moaning and grunting wildly until he finally collapsed on top of her. Grace was glad it was at long last over, even though in reality it had lasted little more than three minutes. She pushed him off her gently and went to clean up. Dillon lay there in complete bliss. He had never been so happy in his life. He was asleep in seconds.

Grace on the other hand was disgusted. She hated getting fucked with a small dick and she couldn’t believe how bad her son was at it. She went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet expecting a load of cum to fall, what she felt was a barely a dribble. Even more disgusted, she wiped and then stepped in the shower. After showering, she slipped into something silky and comfortable, got into her bed, woke up and sent Dillon to his bed, and went to sleep feeling good about herself for helping out her little boy in his time of need.

*****

The next day she woke up from her alarm and moments later, Dillon came in and crawled into her bed. This was not anything new, he often came into Grace’s room and they chatted for a few minutes when he heard her alarm go off. However, this morning was not like all the rest. This morning, Dillon crawled into her bed with a raging hard on that she could see tenting his underwear.

“Good morning, Mom,” he said to her, as he nuzzled his entire body up to her side as she lay on her back.

Grace could feel him rubbing his little pecker against her thigh and she giggled inside. Then without warning, she felt his hand squeeze one of her tits. Wow, someone is suddenly bold, she thought. She looked over at him and smirked. “Does Mommy’s big boy need some more lovin’?” She teased, even though he was oblivious to the tone of her comment.

She liked doing this for her son a little. Maybe it will give him a little confidence, she thought. He nodded his head yes. “Climb on,” she told him, as she opened her legs widely to accommodate him lying between them.

Dillon moved between her legs and plunged his little pecker in his mother’s big, fat, accepting pussy in one stroke. He immediately began hammering away just like last night, and Grace didn’t stop him. Truth be told, she figured the faster he came the better. She again noticed him admiring her massive jiggling breasts and she knew how to make him come faster. She squeezed them both through her silky pajama’s and encouraged him along.

“That’s it, my baby, fuck Mommy gooooooood. Fuck Mommy hard. Fuck Mommy, faster,” she teased with a bit of contempt that Dillon again didn’t catch. She knew at that moment that her son was never going to be a confident lover. Anyone who would let her talk to him like that and not notice her attitude was not meant to make women come.

A few minutes later, Dillon grunted and deposited his load into his mother’s pussy, again collapsing on her exhausted. Grace was a very sexual being and a very liberal open lover. She had much experience and knew about all the kinds of different people there were. She had easily pegged her son as a submissive. She had read many books and she wanted to see how submissive her son could be with her. She had read how some men are so submissive to their female lovers that they would even eat their own cum for them. She wanted to test this. Judging from how Kendal had treated him and how he had done all she asked, she figured she could probably get her son to do anything she asked. Grace let him lie there for a few moments before speaking.

“OK, big boy, you need to clean up your mess,” she told him. “I already showered last night and I don’t want to do it again, and I sure can’t go to work with your little load dripping out into my panties. Now get it cleaned up.”

Dillon crawled off of her and began to get off the bed. “Where are you going?” She asked.

“To get a towel.”

“Oh no, no towels, I mean with your tongue,” she informed him. “At least that way Mommy can get some pleasure out of it.”

It only took 10 words to change Dillon’s mind. “You will if you ever want to fuck Mommy again,” she corrected him.

He instantly turned around and crawled back between her legs. He hesitantly moved toward her dripping cunt and stuck his tongue out. As he got close enough for Grace to reach him, she grabbed him by the hair and shoved his face into her crotch.

“Don’t be shy,” she told him. Then with both hands on his head, she guided him around her big open cum filled pussy. “Suck it all out, sweetheart, lick Mommy good. Clean my big fat pussy, baby. That’s it, yeah. Shove that tongue in deep. Mmmmmmm, Mommy likes that.”

Dillon had no idea what he was doing, so he just listened and did as he was told. Cum dripped from Grace’s pussy and he lapped it up. Her big loose pussy lips covered his mouth as he sucked every last drop of his cum out and swallowed it. He was in a daze and didn’t even know how to feel about it. However, when Grace started to actually enjoy herself, moaning and moving her hips against his ministrations, he felt proud of the fact that he could make his mother feel good. “Yes, there. Mmmmmm, lick, yeah, suck my pussy. Mommy’s big boy is doing good,” she told him.

Her pleasure was climbing and she felt like she might actually get to come. She was not sure if it was Dillon or if it was her domination of him, but whatever it was, it was getting to her fast. “Suck Mommy’s clit, baby, make Mommy cum,” she shouted at him.

Dillon obeyed and sucked her clit into his mouth hard. Just like the rest of her body and her pussy, Grace’s clit was big. It was as thick as Dillon’s thumb, and it was as long as his thumb to the knuckle. It was like sucking a very small cock, Dillon thought. He sucked hard and his Mom made many pleasurable sounds. Finally she screamed for him to bite her clit. Dillon did and instantly Grace came loud and hard. Her screams frightened Dillon just as much as they made him excited and proud of his efforts. Grace bucked and shook like a wild animal for a few moments before finally collapsing on the bed in complete satisfaction, well at least as much satisfaction as she could feel without a massive cock drilling her. Dillon rolled off and the two of them lay there for a few minutes before Grace finally spoke.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to shower after all. Now get out of here so I can get to work on time, and make sure that room of yours is clean when I get home from work, and while you’re at it, clean the kitchen as well. The mop is in the laundry room,” she told him, trying to press her domination and see if he would submit to doing work around the house that he normally didn’t do.

Dillon left the room and wondered why he had to do all that. The kitchen was his Mom’s chore. He hadn’t been bad or upset his mother. Then he just thought about the fact that he had just fucked his mother twice and that he should probably do as he was told or he may not get that anymore.

When Grace got home that evening, Dillon’s room and the kitchen were spotless. Thrilled with her ability to control Dillon she smiled and went to her room and got out of her work clothes. As always when home, she dressed in a sexy silky pair of pajamas and covered it with a long silk robe. She returned to the living room where Dillon was sitting in his favourite recliner watching TV.

“Hello, sweetheart, how was your day?” She asked as she approached him.

“Fine, thanks,” he replied, as his mother invaded his space by leaning over and kissing him on the top of the head, her hands here resting on the arm rests of the recliner.

“Thank you for cleaning your room and the kitchen. That makes Mommy very happy,” she said.

Not standing up. Her massive tits dangled in front of Dillon’s face and he stared, mesmerised by them. Grace noticed. “You like Mommy’s boobies, don’t you, baby?” She asked, using the word boobies on purpose and a voice one would use for a little child.

Dillon just nodded, never taking his eyes off them.

“Go ahead, you were a really good boy today, doing what Mommy asked. You can touch them.”

Dillon reached up and lifted them both, one with each hand. He was surprised by their weight. He squeezed them methodically, loving the feel of the silky material that encased them. He could feel her nipples harden from his touch, and his prick responded in kind. Grace noticed this immediately as he was only wearing a loose-fitting pair of athletic shorts with no underwear.

“You like how they feel, sweetie?” She asked as she leaned onto one arm and slid her other hand up his exposed thigh. “You can suck them, go ahead, and take ’em out.”

Her hand now snaked up the leg of his shorts and getting dangerously close to his swollen dick. Dillon reached inside the “V” neck of her silky PJ’s and fished out both tits one at a time. Then squeezing them roughly, he found one nipple with his mouth and sucked it in hard. He flicked the nub with his tongue as he sucked it with purpose.

“Mmmmmmmmmm.” Grace moaned as her hand found the throbbing twig in his shorts. “That feels nice Dil. Mommy likes her big boobies played with.”

Her hand was now caressing his manhood and he was loving every second. Dillon switched nipples and Grace encouraged him even more. He sucked and squeezed and suddenly with little warning his needle dick exploded in his mother’s hand, making a mess of her hand and his shorts. He grunted loudly as his disgusted mother stroked him to completion. The whole ordeal again took merely a few minutes.

“Oh, too bad, Mommy was going to let you fuck her, but you didn’t last long enough,” she told him, removing her cum soaked hand from his shorts.

She placed it in front of Dillon’s face and he began licking his mess from her hand. He knew refusing was not an option. Grace made him lick her whole hand clean, even had him suck each digit as though it was a small cock, or as Grace thought to herself as he did it: My fingers are as big as his pathetic little prick. When he finished, Grace stood up, put her tits back in her pajamas and told Dillon dinner would be ready in about an hour. Dillon got up and went to his room to clean up and change his clothes.

*****

Over the next couple of weeks, This trend continued, but as Grace gained more and more control of her submissive son, she would reward him less often, but continued to expect the same if not more work and obedience from him. He accepted this for a while until finally one day he rebelled. One evening after arriving home from work, Grace noticed that Dillon had not done as he was asked to do that day.

“Dillon John, get in here this instance!” She barked when she noticed dishes still in the sink from this morning and clothes still in the hamper in the laundry room.

Dillon arrived in the kitchen sporting an attitude. He snapped, “What?”

“Didn’t I say I wanted the laundry done and the kitchen cleaned when I got home tonight?”

“So?”

“Well, those things don’t appear to be done,” she said as she sifted through the mail in her hands.

“I Know.”

“You will do them this instant,” she barked.

“I’m not your slave,” he insisted.

She wanted to yell: Yes, you are. However, her answer was, “No, you aren’t, but if you ever want any more of Mommy’s sugar, you’ll do as you’re told.”

“I don’t care, I don’t need it,” he said.

Grace knew he would do as he was told eventually, but instead of having a stand-off and getting everyone all upset, she changed tactics. She walked slowly and sexily to the kitchen table. She placed the mail and her purse down on it and began to unbutton the blouse she was wearing, revealing the silky royal purple bra holding her huge tits. “Now baby, we both know that’s not true. We both know you can’t resist Mommy’s big round titties and her big smooth pussy.”

Her hands were massaging her tits and pinching her nipples through the bra now. Dillon’s prick was rock hard in moments. He just stood and stared. Grace lifted her skirt up exposing her matching purple thong. She slid her finger along her slit over the material. “Now you know you want Mommy’s sugar, don’t you?”

Dillon just nodded. Grace turned around, bent over the table and pulled the thong across one of her big round ass cheeks. Dillon could see her fat pussy lips open invitingly. He immediately rushed behind his mother as he pulled his shorts down. Just as he got to her, she put her hand over her blooming flower.

“You’ll do your chores, like Mommy asks right?”

“Yes, mother.”

Grace moved her hand and Dillon sunk his little pecker balls deep in his mother’s pussy. He began his usual jack hammering and Grace began her usual apathy. She grabbed the mail that was in front of her on the table and continued sifting through it as she encouraged her son.

“Oh yeah, that’s Mommy’s big boy. Give it to me. Show Mommy what you got. Oh yeah, that’s it. You’re gonna make Mommy cum,” She said with a totally monotone voice, all the while she was opening letters and flipping through the grocery store weekly ad.

Dillon noticed her indifference, but didn’t care at that moment, as within a couple of minutes he was about to cum. He grunted and unloaded his seed inside his mother. When he was done, he lay across her back huffing and puffing.

“Now sweetie, clean up the mess you have made in Mommy’s pussy,” she commanded.

Dillon withdrew from her sloppy cunt and before he could get his tongue in there, a big glob landed on the kitchen floor. He licked up the rest and Grace actually enjoyed it. Her son was at least good at licking her cunt. When she had enough, she pushed him from between her legs and demanded he clean up the mess on the floor and do as he was told earlier. She retired to her bedroom. The pussy licking had gotten her pretty revved up, so she undressed, grabbed one of her vibrators and got herself off before dressing in her usual evening attire and heading to the kitchen to make dinner. Of course Dillon was assiduously doing his chores when she walked in.

“Now that’s Mommy’s good boy. See how nice Mommy can be when you behave?”

Dillon was at the sink cleaning the dishes. Grace walked up behind him and rubbed her massive tits against his back while reaching around to grab his now inflating dick. She rubbed up and down on both a few times until he was rock hard, just to show him how she could get him excited even when he was mad at her. Then she just walked away and fixed the two of them dinner. At dinner Dillon got the nerve up to ask why Grace was so indifferent when he was fucking her earlier. Grace delicately explained that it takes a real man with a real dick, no, a real cock, to satisfy his Mommy. He knew what she meant about a real cock, but asked what she meant by a real man.

Dillon said, “I’m a real man.”

“Oh honey, you are a sweetheart, but a real man? I don’t think so.”

He made her try to explain it, but she couldn’t make him understand. So she told him she would have to show him. He didn’t understand again. “I’ll bring one home tomorrow after work.” She told him. You make sure you hide in Mommy’s closet, and you can watch and see what Mommy means.”

Dillon accepted that, and the two had a nice quiet evening after Dillon did all of the dishes and made his Mom coffee to enjoy after dinner.

*****

The next day Dillon got a text from his mother at the usual time for her to be home: On the way home, make sure you hide well so my real man can’t see you.

Dillon had already put a chair in the walk-in closet of his mother’s room. So he got in and closed the door, leaving it open just enough that he had a clear view of his mother’s bed. The 20 minutes it took for his mother and her lover to arrive seemed like an eternity. Finally, he heard the front door open and voices permeated the silence of the house. His mother giggled like a school girl as the voices got louder. Then they were in the room. The sounds of kissing could be heard, but Dillon still couldn’t see the action because they were not near the bed. He wondered who was with his mother. He heard the sound of a buckle being undone.

“Where it is?” He heard his mother inquire. “Where is that magnificent cock of yours?” Then there was the sound of a zipper and the buckle hitting the floor. “Ooooooh, there it is,” he heard her speak enthusiastically.

Then there was the distinct sound of cock sucking. Loud, deliberate cock sucking. There was slurping and Dillon could hear his mother’s bracelets clanging together. She must be stroking him. He thought. His little prick was growing fast in his pants and he wanted to see what was happening. He didn’t dare open the closet door or move for fear of being discovered. Suddenly his mother cried out.

“Nooooooooo!”

Dillon gasped, wondering what was wrong. What he couldn’t see was his mother’s lover had pulled his cock from her mouth and was holding it out of her reach. “Please, no, please, let me have it. Let me have that big, fat, beautiful cock of your pleeeeeeeeeeease.”

Dillon was dumbfounded. What was happening out of his view? His mother’s lover cock smacked Grace on both cheeks. “You want this?” He teased, stroking it within inches of her face.

“Yes,” she desperately answered.

Reaching up with her hands to grab it, Grace’s lover smacked one of them hard. Dillon heard the slap and again gasped. This time he was sure someone heard him. What was that?

“Not ’till I say, slut!”

Dillon couldn’t believe this man had called his mother a slut. He waited for his mother to slap this man or yell at him or something, but there was nothing. All he heard was his mother pleading. “Please, baby, please let me suck it some more. You know I want it. You know I need it. I’ll suck it reeeeeeeeeal good. You know I will.”

Dillon was flabbergasted. Who was this woman, and what did she do with his strong-willed mother? Then there were more sounds of cock sucking and the man talking to her.

“You are such a good slut, Gracey.”

“Gracey?” His mother hated it when someone called her that. She always told people, I am not a five-year old, my name is Grace if you don’t mind.” But there was no suck demand now.

“Suck it, you little cock whore. Get it nice and hard so I can fuck that big, fat, juicy cunt of yours.”

Then Dillon heard his mother actually moan as though she was enjoying this man’s words. Dillon didn’t know what to do with all this information. One thing he did know though, was that even if he couldn’t see what was going on, it sure did make his little dick hard. He squeezed it through his shorts, staring out the open closet door, wondering when he would finally see something. It wasn’t long before he got an eyeful.

“Get up,” Dillon heard the man demand. “It’s time to fuck. I don’t have all night. My wife is expecting me home soon.”

Once again, Dillon was surprised. Not only was she letting this man treat her this way, he was a married man. Then suddenly he saw the two lovers come into view. Holy shit, it’s her boss, Jerry he thought in deep shock. Dillon had met him a couple of times over the years at the company picnics and in the office when Dillon had visited for whatever reason. Jerry had always been so nice to him and so respectful to his Mom. Dillon never imagined he could be like this. Jerry still had his shirt and tie on, but his pants and shoes were missing.

Grace was still fully dressed. She wore her usual high heels, and knee-length pleated skirt and a matching spaghetti strap camisole top. Her tits filled out that top to the full. Dillon knew she must have worn a cover sweater or jacket to work, as she knew it was not professional to let her shoulders be seen and her tits to be flaunted in the workplace like they were at this moment.

The couple finally reached the bed. While still standing next to it, Jerry reached up under the loose-fitting top and squeezed Grace’s tits roughly through her strapless bra. Then he yanked the bra down so he could actually feel the soft silky flesh of those magnificent tits. He found each nipple and pinched it roughly, invoking a deep lustful moan from Grace. Dillon watched as this man antagonistically assaulted his mother’s breasts for several minutes. All this time Grace whimpered and groaned with pleasure, laying her head back against his shoulder and pushing her chest out against his effort. Dillon now had his hand down his shorts and he was stroking his pee-pee like a man possessed. Oh, how he wished he was the one fondling his mother’s chest.

Suddenly Jerry pulled his hands from under her top, stepped back a bit before placing his hand in the middle of Grace’s back and pushed her forward to bend her over the bed. Grace relented to his will, placing her hands on the bed. Her top fell forward to her armpits. With the bra around her middle below them and the top bunched up above them, her massive dangling tits were in full view. Jerry reached for the hem of Grace’s skirt and lifted it up and over her large round ass, exposing her thigh high stockings, garter belt and thong. She always wore those kinds of undergarments, as it made her feel sexy and perpetuated the regal nature she liked to portray. Dillon saw Jerry grab the string of her thong and pull it over her left ass cheek. Then suddenly, he noticed Jerry’s huge cock.

OH my fucking god, he thought, amazed, that thing is gigantic. Dillon saw Jerry grab his cock and line it up with his mother’s drooling, swollen pussy. Jerry teased Grace with it, sliding the head along the entire length of her dangling pussy lips. Dillon wondered what it would be like to wield such a cock. He watched as Jerry slapped Grace’s pussy with his imposing tool. She was so wet that it made a splat sound causing her juices to sprinkle onto her thighs.

“Fuck me!” She begged. “Please stop teasing me. Fuck me now!”

Jerry indulged her, Driving his entire length into her with one powerful stroke.

“FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” Grace screamed appreciatively.

Jerry didn’t withdraw his cock. He just moved his hips around in a circular motion rooting his cock about inside Grace’s saturated hole, causing her to whimper lustfully. Finally, after a few moments of this, Jerry began a forceful, rhythm of fucking Grace. There was no tenderness, there was just unadulterated wanton fucking. This went on for what seemed an eternity to Dillon as he watched his mother scream dirty things and asked to be fucked harder and deeper while her lover called her every filthy name in the book and she just ate it up. It lasted long enough for Dillon to stroke himself to completion twice and Grace to orgasm twice as well. The first time Dillon grunted so loud he thought the lovers would hear for sure. However, they were so lost in their own lust that they wouldn’t have heard the house come down around them. The second time he bit his lip and kept quiet.

Finally, Jerry declared his impending climax. He pulled his cock from Grace and blasted his load all over her ass, pussy and skirt. The load was so big that it dripped down her legs onto her stockings and dripped from her pussy lips. Grace collapsed on the bed drained from the experience. Jerry half-heartedly thanks Grace and told her he would see her tomorrow at the office before putting his pants on and leaving quickly.

Dillon heard the front door close and crept from the closet. Grace rolled onto the bed on her back satiated form her bosses buggering. He legs flopped open and so did her stretched pussy lips. She didn’t hear Dillon come from the closet, actually forgetting he was there. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. Dillon stood next to the bed looking at his mother for quite a while. Her tits were hanging out and falling toward the side of her body. Her used cum covered pussy laid flapped open and he couldn’t help but get hard again. His lust for her inviting pussy overtook him and without saying a word, he dove face first into that filthy cunt. He licked it from bottom to clit. He sucked her clit and lapped up the juices dripping from it.

“Mmmmmmm,” Grace moaned, surprised by his touch until she looked up and realised who was between her legs. Dillon sucked her clit hard. “Easy baby, Mommy is a bit sore after taking that big fat cock. Be nice, tender, gentle, Mommy needs a little TLC after that.”

Dillon did exactly as he was told, licking tenderly and gently until not only was Grace’s pussy clean, but until she had her third orgasm. When she had achieved that orgasm she pulled her son up to cuddle with her. Noticing he was hard she rewarded him with a slow, methodical hand job while he sucked on her breast. When she was just about to unleash his little dribble of a load, Grace directed it to her tits, and then of course made him clean his mess. The two of them lay on the bed in the afterglow for quite a while until Grace announced she was hungry and ordered Dillon to go pick up some food at the local Chinese restaurant. They never really discussed the events of the night until a few weeks later when Dillon brought it up.

*****

Dillon was furiously pumping away at his mother’s sloppy cunt. Grace was lying on her stomach with her big round ass turned up just slightly. Dillon was between her legs trying with all his might to fuck his mother like he had seen Jerry do not long ago. His little cock was only penetrating a few inches into Grace’s pussy because her ass was in the way and she was purposely making the angle difficult for Dillon. She felt such contempt for his little prick and she was now actually being mean when she let him fuck her.

She did however find the control she had over her wimpy son quite a turn on, and having a little slave who would do anything she asked was great. All she had to do was let him put his little pencil dick in her occasionally or let him suck her big fat tits. So she kept moving her ass up and down and enjoyed listening to her boy struggle to get it in and enjoy his fucking. It was a little game she loved to play, and it actually turned her on.

“Give it to me, big boy,” Grace teased. “Give Mommy that big ol’ cock of yours. Show me what you got.”

The whole time she was encouraging him; she was leaning on her elbows and thumbing through a People magazine. Dillon could hear the pages turn and he knew she was not enjoying herself, at least not like she did when he saw Jerry rail her. So he decided it was time to show her who was boss, just like Jerry had. “That’s right, slut,” Dillon snapped at her. “You take that cock just like the whore you are.”

Then he leaned over on one hand and used the other one to smack her on one of her fat ass cheeks. The smack caught Grace off guard, more than the words. She originally didn’t hear what Dillon had said. She gasped and then the words registered. She immediately pushed her ass back hard and brought her knees up under her. She did it so violently that she bucked Dillon off her back and launched him backward off the bed onto the floor.

“What did you call me?” She screamed at him as she got off the bed and stood over him. All the pent-up contempt she had for her little dick wimp of a son came out in full force.

“I…I…I was trying to treat you like Jerry did,” he whimpered back.

“Why the fuck would you do that?” Grace snapped.

The look on her face had Dillon cowering on the floor almost in a foetal position. “Because… Because you liked it so much when I watched you,” he said.

“You failed to notice a few things that make Jerry different from you, my wimpy little son,” Grace spat.

Dillon heard her description of him and gave her a look of inquiry. “First of all, my son, Jerry is a real man. A real man who commands authority and takes what he wants. Secondly, he has a big cock, A REALLY BIG COCK, a cock like Mommy loves, a cock like Mommy craves. He has the kind of cock Mommy dreams of when she masturbates after you get done humping my ass for two minutes and cleaning up your pathetic little dribble from my body,” She told him.

Dillon was about to cry.

“Look at you, you’re not a man. You’re a little dick pussy of a boy cowering on the floor as his mother scolds him. Look at that little thing between your legs, just like that pitiful excuse for a man your father was. I can’t believe I let either one of you stick those wretched things inside me. Then you think you have big enough balls to get away with calling me a slut. A WHORE? Things are going to change around here, for sure. You’ll do as you are told or you’ll be out on your ass. Get up on your knees.”

Dillon did as he was told. His pecker was still hard.

“If you think you can speak to me like that, I apparently let you get away with way too much. That will stop now. You want to cum from now on? You will jerk off, just like when you were dating Kendal, and you will only do it when I say so. You don’t like it? You can get the fuck out.”

Dillon knelt there trembling, but the whole time staring at her naked form. His steel hard prick bounced with each pump of his heart. He was so turned on.

“There will be no more trading your obedience for access to my body. You will do as you are told and I will let you worship my body as I see fit. Only if you are good and only if I feel like it.”

Dillon just looked up, mesmerised by his mother’s form and her dominance of him. He couldn’t help it, he reached down and began stroking his dick. “OH MY GAWD!” She said, exasperated at seeing what he was doing. “This is turning you on? Being yelled at and humiliated is making you stroke that useless little cock of yours?”

Dillon just looked up at her and kept stroking.

“Well, isn’t that just perfect” She told him disgusted. “OK, let’s just see how much you like it you repulsive little twerp. Stroke it! Stroke that little thing! Stroke that little puny nub of a cock. Yeah, a nub of a cock is right. You don’t even need your whole fist. You’re just using two fingers and a thumb. How fucking funny is that?”

Dillon was stroking faster now. He just listened to his Mom degrade him and stared longingly at her as she commanded his every move. He didn’t understand it either. All he knew was he has so hard and so excited he never wanted it to end.

Dillon nodded. Grace stuck her right foot out in front of his throbbing wiener. “Cum on Mommy’s foot. Blow your revolting little load all over it. Come on, do it. Do it now!!”

Dillon came like he had never cum before. Grunting like an animal, he unleashed all the semen his balls could muster. Spurt after spurt landed on Grace’s leg and foot until finally he was spent. He just stayed there staring up at her huffing and puffing while cum dripped from his little reed of a dick and his hand, waiting further instruction.

Grace placed her foot on the ground in front of her humiliated son. “Lick it up, you little wimp. Clean Mommy’s foot. I don’t want one speck of your pitiful spunk on my skin.”

Dillon did as he was told, spending the next ten minutes lathering his mother’s leg and foot with his tongue. When he had finished, Grace grabbed her long silk robe from the bed and put it on. With Dillon still on the floor, she walked out of the room saying, “Things are definitely going to change around her my wimpy little boy. Things are definitely going to change.”